Happy Birthday to Me.

So I here I am at 11 am on my 29th birthday. So far I’ve gotten a handful of e-cards, one phone call, and a different handful of regular emails saying “happy birthday” I’m feeling generally loved and appreciated, and preparing to dive into my typical work boredom. People are still talking about the Party Saturday night. I usually gather my closest friends together and force them to share a Village Karaoke room with me and then hog the mic. This year I decided to have a big blowout party and I enlisted said friends to invite everyone they know. We went to Kings Head Tavern, an excellent location with a great back room and cheap drinks. Turnout was certainly nothing to balk at, but I of course had slightly higher expectations. Ah well, such is life. Present at the party (among the masses) were “famous” bloggers from Jewschool and Jewlicious and 3 men whom I had previously seen naked. One was kind enough to kiss me for 10 minutes or so towards the end of the night –very much to my enjoyment- but really for the purpose of getting rid of my hiccups. It did the trick. For future reference, I recommend that solution above all others.

…Where did this blog come from? I’m glad you asked. I recently found myself reading Helen Gurley Brown’s Sex and the Single Girl after it was recommended to me with overwhelming gusto by a good friend. This book was written in 1962. You can imagine some of the things she has to say. All things considered, it sends a positive message. I just don’t like people telling me what to do. As I approach 30, I think it’s time for me to come to terms with this fact. And as I sat there, reading her suggestions on how to save money and find a man to share your life with but still be happy without one, I realized that I could certainly write that book. Especially as I enter into the juicy year of Saturn Return in the era post Sex & the City. After all, everyone is writing a book these days. Why should I be any different? I’m clever and charming. That should be good enough. …So I spoke to my successful writer friend Dave Itzkoff and asked him what I needed to do. He was amused at best. Most authors/editors I know are possessive about their field. I appreciate that given the fact that I never think anyone is a good enough singer (except myself of course, and not even her so much lately). But he did offer me some advice.

“It will be difficult for anyone to want to publish you if you do not have any solid writing experience… you might want to make a weblog.”

He said some other things which I think are crap, but it’s probably not a bad idea to get this thing going. I tend to come up with grand schemes (that I never follow up on) when I am otherwise uninspired in my life. This may just be another one of those. Or perhaps, this is indeed the beginning of a new era.

3 Things to be proud of today:

1) 3 of my friends called me last night after Grey’s Anatomy to discuss. None of them watched before I introduced them to it.

2) I must really be growing up because I recently purchased a white button down shirt -something I always hated. I thought it was boring and uncomfortable. Now I am wearing it happily. Mine has cute puffy shoulders.

3) I just finalized my new personal budget. No more overspending!